The Untold Story

One Direction is now known as the group with infectious tunes. But take a trip back to freshman year of high school. With abusive relationships, drinking, affairs, and deaths, follow Lindsay Prescott through the trials and tribulations of high school with the band and friends. Through the eyes of a typical teen girl, Lindsay exposes to us the the untold stories of 1D that not even the press could do.

37. The News: Part 2

I struggled to respond, but all I mustered up was the ability for my jaw to drop and various noises falling from my mouth.

"How's about it Lindsay! We could be on the stage, singing, and I could play guitar right by your side! We'd be a famous power couple!"

Yea, the power couple with an alcoholic boy who ignores his own partner...

"Niall, you haven't said a word to me in almost a month unless it was sex slurs! Don't you think that's a little over the top?" I looked for approval. I needed elementary school Niall back- the one who gave me flowers without purpose except for 'Happy Monday'. The Niall who would braid my hair and pound his fists in the air when he successfully did so. The one person who would text me good morning and good night texts telling me he 'sensed' I looked beautiful today. His eyebrows raised, and he waited for an answer or at least a word.

I rattled my brain for anything, anything but his firm and muscly chest against mine; Alan had changed him, brought him to the brink of being alcoholic and a near sex addict. My own boyfriend, the one I'd fallen for because he was so unique, was no different than Zayn.

"Well, Lindsay, you know how Alan affected me. He died, for heaven's sake. What am I to do?" he tried to find it within himself not to cry.

"Comfort me! Stay strong for me, for him! Don't go crawl up in your oasis and cry about it, leaving me alone! Lately, I've been so alone and so terrified! Can you understand this?"

Niall's face dropped, his excitement suddenly vanishing. He tore open his pack, throwing the Battle of the Bands tag in.

"Practice is this Friday. Be there or we're through," he jerked the desk sideways, fast-walking to the door.

"Mr. Horan, sit down! Class is starting!"

I buried my face in my hands and began to cry, Niall shouting, "Suck it, old man," and slamming the door, leaving me alone for the last damn time.

*** Thank you, all TUS fans, for reading! The story sure is heating up, so PLEASE in the comments, tell me if you're Team Niall or Team Logan. Also, continue reading and liking The Untold Story. Please tell all your fellow Directioners and recommend this movella! i really helps. And when you're waiting for my updates, read The Phantom on AnnaB_Styles' account! Love you all :D